I don't know what i believe in.
I don't know why you believe in me.

I dont know what's driving my feelings.
I dont know what has been feeling me.

I can't help but hope that there's something.
Something that knows what my eyes can't see.

Maybe that something is inside me.
Maybe that something is all i'll be.

If there is
nothing,

if i'm coincedence
if i'm a face
that leads life to it's cercumstance
to find out why we belong here
or if chance has lead us wrong
then i'll die sad or happy,
no question of is this all.

Want to believe that this isn't the whole shibang.
If that's the case i might put all the world in flames.
Because why the fuck not.

Am I happy?
Am i settled?
Can i make myself a God,
who would lead me,
now that He conceived me,
into being what i always was?

If i starved myself to death
and all my thoughts became air born
would they make a bigger difference?

Chance is the best thing possible.
Never caring what is logical.
Never sparing whim nor hope,
Change is the best thing possible.
Noose drawn
silver rope.
And a crowd of ten thousand
will raise up their chins and
watch me choke.

Watch me choke.

I will die for a reason.
sure i dont know why.
But i'm tired of feeling.
I'll bleed and cry 'till my pain's outside.

Look around and you'll see them.
My tired eyes looking for a call
Desperation swears they believe in
a meaningful rise that comes before the fall.

Stab me in the gut.

I'll die slowly and painfully,
with too much BLANK to worry about why
i'm happy to die here,
or why
pain is all i want in life.